Corn Fed (Album Version)

Corn fed
We don't flip the bird
we don't cuss and scream
When the cars don't move when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors when we leave the house
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out
That's the way we do it in our town
yeah
You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong
growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say
"Yes
Ma'am
thank you"
Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Ain't no burnin' flags on our Court House Square
You see Old Glory flyin' everywhere
There ain't no Valley joint with five-star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's what's for dinner here
An' we wash it down with a tall
cold beer
yeah
You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong
growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say
"Yes
Ma'am
thank you"
Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Corn fed
Rooster crows
six a.m.
John Deere pulling that plow again
Spit on your face
hands in the dirt
Ain't nothin' better on God's great earth
You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong
growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say
"Yes
Ma'am
thank you"
Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Well
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Corn fed
Corn fed
Corn fed